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Please help me get out of this bottle

please help me, I've tried and I've tried

I fell deep inside and I've nearly died

and for the bad things, I've done, I have cried

 It started when I was a young girl

and life was a gig and a whirl

I started to drink and before I could think

my life just went down in a swirl

I once had a family that loved me

but I wanted no part of them

I left them alone, when I left home

Oh, if only I could see them again

but the sparkling red wine made me happy

and I forgot all my pain and my sin

so I know life's untrue and I'm unhappy and blue

for they all said just have one more, with a grin

I have danced on the tables in dark bar rooms

so drunk that I couldn't think

I've lain in the mire, sold myself out for hire

and all for the price of a drink

I've lived in dark musty pest holes

where cigarette ashes over flowed to the floor

and the smell of cheep ail, made me sick and grow pale

and be screaming when I was tossed out the door

I've lots of heart ache and sorrow

for the bottle has taken my life

If I can just over, maybe I can recover

and make some man a good loving wife

I've been in this bottle a long time

I'm old and unhappy and grey

It's so lonely down here, and I have lots of fear

and Oh Lord, I don't want to stay

Please help me climb out of this bottle

If you give me your hand, I will try

just stand there beside me, and don't ever leave me

and give me some hope to go by

It's so hard to climb out of this bottle

I fall back again and again

and in discouragement and sorrow; I"ll try again tomorrow

please stay here and call me your friend

Oh please help me, don't leave me, I am pleading

I need you to help me get through

for I have no one else, to help or to love me

and so called friends in the bottle are few

so if you'll just stand here beside me

I'll try really hard one more time

to get out of this dammable bottle

and if you'll stay, my friend, I'll be fine

I HOPE